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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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Eleven years before the birth of Obummer, that great connoisseur of waffles.
And every single thing in that restaurant, from the swivel chairs, to the light fixtures, to every single thing behind the counter, down to the flatware on the table was made in the USA.
Where’s the sign?
You know what sign.
Which one? “No toastsniffers allowed”?
shorpy, a treasure.
a bit more
https://www.shorpy.com/search/node/waffle+shop
Take a good, long look ladies and gentlemen. That is a snapshot in time of the way we were—the greatest and most powerful civilization in History.
Take a good, long look. But not too long. You would not be able to endure it.
Those days are gone forever. It was not murder. It was suicide.
That picture needs my bike parked out front.
1950 Schwinn B6
(Pic at the nic)
JWM
Well that’s definitely a very nice one.
Looks like that thing could be valued at around $3k.
https://thecabe.com/forum/threads/for-sale-1950-schwinn-b6-autocycle.174675/
my first was a Huffy, 26 inch wheels.
From The Lady Killers (2004) a much underappreciated masterpiece by the Coen Brothers:
GARTH PANCAKE (J.K. Simmons): This is Mountain Girl. Mountain is my right hand. She helps me with ordnance. Helps me with damn near everything.
The men stare.
GAWAIN MacSam (Marlon Waynans): You brought your bitch to the waffle house?!
There is tension in the air. Dorr clears his throat.
Professor G.H. DORR (Tom Hanks): I confess myself to be puzzled as well. I thought we all understood that, so far as our little enterprise is concerned, mum, as the saying would have it, is the word–
PANCAKE: Of course. I understand that. But this is Mountain…
He chuckles.
…I don’t keep secrets from Mountain. That’s not how you maintain a loving, caring relationship.
GAWAIN: You brought your bitch to the waffle house?
He looks around.
…Man brings his bitch to the waffle house!
That is some good writing, Walter. Says so much with so few words.
To bring this into current context, there’s nothing quite like heading into a Waffle House (I’ve done it in Atlanta) at 2am. Its like you walked into the Mos Eisley Cantina.
or an IHOP- stop in for the overweight Ho hair-pulling and bra-snatching Olympics
Try any Denny’s Friday or Saturday—actually, any day—at 2 AM. You will observe a sampling of humanity of whom you were absolutely unaware. But they are out there. They walk among us.
Of all the 1000’s of waffle houses out there I have designed the only one that does not look like all the others. It looks like a southern coastal beach place with some gingerbread, lap siding, and a tin roof. And. It’s completely waterproof up to 10′ high (tidal surge) and can withstand a continuous 160 mph wind. I can attest the bacon and eggs they prepare are identical to any other WH. Didn’t try the waffles.
Ah, the Schwinn. Horn on the side—-like my wife.
“Shut up, Lance!”
“Oh, go honk yourself.”